Lamp at midnight, between the luminaries,
Hangs shining in the sky,
What did the enlightener approve?
In Armenian dark skies.
Even if carried without a rope
High above Aragats,
From the throne on high she
The world illuminates far away.
And a series of centuries glimmers,
Inextinguishable in the changing of days:
Holy tears burn in her -
Fragrant oil.
People's hands can't reach
To that immortal height
Even the wind can't blow her away,
To the tramp - a whirlwind of darkness.
When our wondrous land lies
Under the black darkness without end,
When sad fear languishes
Human weak hearts;
The one who is innocent, in whom there is love,
Who shines with firm faith,
Who cheerfully waits for it to flare up again
A radiant day for Armenians,
Looking at the sky, he sees
That the eternal light hung there,
Like the eye of God, from on high
Looking down at the ground!
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru